Mr. Pooper

So,

The little man is growing, and we have moved up to the Level 2 diaper (*ding*).

However, there's a slight problem: Sam's backside doesn't quite fill the diaper, leaving the elastic bands along his legs a little too loose. You can imagine what this means.

I experienced the results the other day when I came home happily from work. I picked up the little man after my lovely wife had just changed his not-so-little diaper. I hadn't had him long on my lap when I heard the familiar sound of a vigorous explosion from Sam's nether regions. I thought nothing of it--that is, until I began to feel something wet on my jeans. As if I didn't already know what it was, I picked him up and looked underneath my much happier son. Sure enough, there was a generous deposit of something looking much like garlic cheese grits.

While I was changing out of my soiled pants, my lovely wife noticed that not a whit of poop had found its way onto his clothing. And upon further inspection, and much cackling from the amused female, very little had been deposited inside the diaper. Apparently, the vigorous explosion of poop lifted the diaper out of the way, so that my son's healthy excrement found its way into my lap, bypassing most of the diaper and his clothing in the process. What a talented baby boy!

I discovered today at lunch that he had managed a much more marvelous feat while Hilary and Sam were at the store this morning: somehow Sam managed to poop out of the front of his diaper, leaving the back of his diaper perfectly clean.

Oh the joys of fatherhood!